| LET me not to the marriage of true minds | |
| Admit impediments. Love is not love | |
| Which alters when it alteration finds, | |
| Or bends with the remover to remove: | |
| O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, | 5 |
| That looks on tempests and is never shaken; | |
| It is the star to every wandering bark, | |
| Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken. | |
| Love ’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks | |
| Within his bending sickle’s compass come; | 10 |
| Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, | |
| But bears it out even to the edge of doom. | |
| If this be error, and upon me prov’d, | |
| I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d. |